Midway Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Midway



Midway

I took him in my plane
He walked, talked; no complain
Officer, lieutenant

Old friends of old times
We joked, laughed, on and on

In our years
He was best

Now he dealt with the mines
Detected, neutralized

As soldiers all we did
Was, "obey the orders"

Our leader
So called Shah
As Hussein of Jordan
These puppets of the West
Did the same but hidden
And passed on the orders
At the end were soldiers
Like the dogs in the chain
"Fight the wolf."

Moscow and Washington
Encountered in Dhofar of Yemen
We flew in sky; the Muscat and Oman

On return
My friend
Had lost eyes

How can I be idle?

Whom for?
Why?

Thursday, August 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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